Nice To Meet You, Mr. Xiao

   Chapter 1197 Little milk bag, eager to protect the father

   "What are you talking nonsense?" Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse, his whole body was exposed to the rain, and his whole body was soaked. A frenzied aura filled him.

  The man was frightened when he mentioned it.

  Because of Han Changqing's dagger, it accidentally plunged into his ass, his eyes widened, and he couldn't speak.

  When Xiao Mohan saw him not speaking, he pushed him away. The man fell heavily to the ground, the dagger fell into his butt, and he jumped up in pain.

   "The woman you kidnapped, was it her?" Asked Shui holding the phone and handing it forward.

  Wen Shui's phone shows Gu Chuyan's photo.

   "Yes, that's her. She was killed by the bombing, and there is no body, pitiful." The man whispered, and Xiao Mohan ran forward with his long legs.

  The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and Xiao Mohan rushes forward like crazy.

   "Master, I found a video." Xiao Ran turned around, stepped forward holding the umbrella, and handed the phone to Xiao Mohan.

  In the entire video, Gu Chuyan was brought in and exploded. Although a mysterious person appeared, he was blocked, and he couldn't even see his figure.

   "Master, sister-in-law..." Xiao Ran looked at the video with a solemn expression.

  As others have said, Gu Chuyan was bombed, and... I am afraid that there is no whole body.

   "No, it won't." Xiao Mohan stepped forward like a gust of wind, looked at the cleaned basement, and saw blood stained on the bricks.

  Xiao Mohan stretched out his hand, took the brick, and stroked it with his fingertips.

   "Wen Shui." Xiao Mohan cried out in a deep voice, and when he saw Wen Shui coming, he said hoarsely, "Look if it’s the blood of the beginning."

   "She will never be okay." Xiao Mohan added in a deep voice.

   Turned around to buy a medicine in the afternoon, and actually lost her. Xiao Mohan has still failed to accept this fact.

   "Yes, this young man will go." Wenshui said in a low voice, holding the brick, turning around and walking back.

  A few minutes later, Wenshui walked over with a heavy face, and said solemnly, "Hold, the blood is indeed the sister-in-law's."

   "Boom" Xiao Mohan's mind went blank. He turned around and bent over, scratching the mud with his bare hands, and asked the water to stop him, but was called away.

   "In the beginning, it was impossible." Xiao Mohan knelt on the mud, rain water on him.

   Xiao Mohan was mad, digging with both hands constantly, trying to prove that Gu Chuyan was buried in the mud and could not be killed.

  Not far away, there was a small figure, Pidian stepped towards this side, his little hand grabbed his butt, and stood behind him.

   "Chuchu." Xiao Mohan's voice was hoarse and desperate, and he couldn't believe these things.

  The rain is getting bigger and bigger, but I feel something is blocking my head.

   "Cough cough." With a few naive coughs, Xiao Mohan paused, slowly raised his head, and with the help of the lightning flash, he saw Xiao Yijue standing next to him, raising his small hand to block his head.

  Rain water was sprayed on Xiao Yijue's body. He had a high fever and was coughing. He coughed more severely now, but his eyes were not open. He stood there with his small body, and his small hands were shielding him from the rain.

  Xiao Mohan looked at him with black eyes, Xiao Yijue struggling to step forward when he saw this, touched Xiao Mohan's face with a little hand, and wiped the mud on his face for him.

  His throat moved, as if he was stuck in something, making no sound.

   "Cough, cough." Xiao Yijue kept coughing, and suddenly felt unwell. He was afraid that Xiao Mohan would be noisy, so he quickly retracted his hand and covered his small mouth tightly.

  Xiao Yijue realized that Xiao Mohan's gaze fell on his body, he squatted down, his little hand about to dig towards the place Xiao Mohan had just dug.

  (End of this chapter)